The people of Zhuque Street may never forget what they see and hear today, let alone that shot.

The young man seemed to have wings, holding a silver spear in his hand, spinning and stabbing at the old man hiding behind the army, dumbfounded.

The blood-stained blue shirt was flying, but countless spears flew over, cutting holes after holes on An Bochen's body, blood dripping and flowing.

Although this thunderous roar was too fast to cover the ears, it was so fast that the two thousand Li family troops were unexpected, but two thousand iron cavalry spread out on Zhuque Street, layer by layer, and the front army caught off guard, and the central and rear army reacted early, and immediately threw out guns and spears and shot at the young man who had soared in the air.

Although An Bochen had a small success in his cultivation, he was also a physical body. More than a thousand spears shot, and at least more than a hundred stomps were stabbed. Fortunately, the two forces of water and fire flowed all over his body, and the spiral power was activated, sweeping away most of the spears. Even so, the remaining twenty spears still stabbed An Bochen into unbearable pain, blood dripping, and fire-like pain echoed all over his body. But he always gritted his teeth, held his breath and focused, and forced his way through the spears and rain.

The panicked old man was close at hand. At this moment, there was no trace of lust or anger on his face, but only a strong panic, just like an ordinary old man.

Blood flowed down his arms and thighs, dyeing the blue shirt red. An Bochen felt all his strength being pulled away and fell from mid-air in a shaky way.

Looking at the old man two steps away, maybe he couldn't bear it or maybe he had no strength. An Bochen stared at him in a daze with a silver spear in his hand, and the panic shouting behind him was like a surging wave, but An Bochen was slow to shoot out.

"I didn't kill him."

An Bochen suddenly spoke.

"But......."

The head of the Li family said tremblingly with an unconcealable panic. He raised his head, as if he wanted to take a good look at this young man who had emerged from nowhere and could take himself as a hostage to force him to retreat to the army with just a move.

At this moment, a cold light suddenly popped out of the old eyes. The head of the Li family suddenly stood up, and the timid he had pretended to have swept away. Taking advantage of An Bochen's unpreparedness, he stepped forward, and smashed the boy's head with both maces in his hand, and roared: "But if it weren't for you Lin'er..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt a chill in his heart. His two maces were only half a foot away from the boy's face, but he could no longer fall.

Looking down, the silver spear had been inserted into his heart at some point. He tried hard to raise his head. The head of the Li family looked at An Bochen in disbelief, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

In a blink of an eye, the two maces fell, and the old man fell to the ground with a "thump", and fell into dust along with the three hundred years of glory and reputation of the Li family.

"So, you shouldn't kill the small official."

His eyes were red, and An Bochen forced himself to calm down.

The shouts of killing in my ears suddenly stopped, and the Suzaku long street was silent. Under the blue night, something seemed to be brewing quietly.

An Bochen knew what the leader of the Li family had not said, but was simply surprised why An Bochen dared to kill him.

Once the head of the Li family dies, two thousand Li family troops will surely set foot on An Bochen to take revenge and vent their anger. An Bochen used up his strength and was injured all over his body, so he could only sit and wait for death. If An Bochen was a smart man, he should take the head of the Li family as a hostage in order to escape.

As the head of the Li family thought, when An Bochen used this thunder roar, he did have the idea of ​​taking him as his qualitative.

If you want to blame, you blame the old man for not showing weakness and sneak attack. This move broke the last trace of reason in An Bochen's heart.

Aristocratic families are ruthless and regard human life as grass. They kill small officials without blinking. Where is the law of nature? The murderer pays for his life, but for ordinary people, how much constraints are there for aristocratic families like the Li family?

Since the aristocratic family is superior and has no restrictions, I will avenge the small official with my own hands.

An Bochen knew that Li's family could not escape death, but the young man's blood rushed to his forehead, so how could he think so much?

With one shot, he took the old man's life neatly without hesitation. He regarded it as a worshiper of the little official's spirit in heaven... and brought my own.

Using the last bit of strength, An Bochen pulled Wuxie back, staggered and turned around, stood with a gun, and looked calmly at the two thousand cavalry not far away.

The blood along the way, most of Amberchen's own, was shocking.

After dusk, under the night, the boy stood straight, holding a gun in his right hand, quietly staring at the two thousand cavalrymen who were in amazement. Behind him was the head of the aristocratic family who was once high but now stabbed to death by him.

After a long time, none of the two thousand cavalry moved, and at the same time remained silent, leaving only the sound of horses' uneasy hooves.

The strange atmosphere flowed on the streets of Zhuque, making the people hiding in the house stunned. In a blink of an eye, the peace was broken.

But it was the old staff member who dismounted tremblingly, picked up the copper mace, and plucked up the courage to hit An Bochen.

An Bochen held on with his last breath and was unwilling to fall down just like that. Not to mention the old aide, even a three-year-old child could easily beat him down.

As soon as the old staff took a step, the copper mace in his hand was knocked away. In the aftermath, An Bochen vaguely saw a figure swaying through Yiyun Inn.

The old aide failed assassination but also broke the stagnant and suppressed atmosphere. The two thousand Li family troops lost their backbone. After the initial at a loss, they had already remembered what to do.

It was the seemingly ordinary young man in front of him who first harmed the eldest son and killed the head of the family, putting the Li family into a desperate situation, and also made the Li family army desperate and could not escape death in the end.

"kill!"

I don’t know who shouted out first, but the two thousand Li family members were no longer scruples and beat up to kill An Bochen.

"kill!"

Another shout of killing sounded, but came from behind An Bochen. The first female general in a strong armor was full of reluctance. She couldn't help but glared at him when she led her army past An Bochen.

In a blink of an eye, several more shouts of killing came from the left and right corners of the street.

One way was the guards led by veterans, the other way was the Yulin Army. The one who took the lead was An Bochen's acquaintance, Hu Bugui, the commander of Zuo Shuying.

It was not until this time that An Bochen breathed a sigh of relief. Once the tense strings were loosened, his weak body was shaking.

Thinking of not seeing Li Xiaoguan again from now on, An Bochen's eyes turned red and he felt guilty and guilt.

If he hadn't been determined to keep that secret, how could the little official die so miserably? Now, the secret has been kept, but his own concealment of cultivation has been exposed. I don't know what kind of storm will cause... These are nothing, the little official...

An Bochen looked upstairs with red eyes, and the next moment, he was suddenly stunned.

A chubby face appeared on the pavilion. Who else is it if it wasn't Li Xiaoguan? As if he had just woken up, Li Xiaoguan rubbed his eyes in a daze, and his eyes fell on An Bochen who was stunned. Li Xiaoguan smiled strangely, and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know that this scene fell into An Bochen's eyes, and suddenly felt a little chill.

ghost......

An Bochen shivered, his eyes turned dark and he fainted.

A moment before the consciousness dissipated, An Bochen suddenly heard a faint fragrance coming, and then his body fell into a soft and warm jade.

.........

......

An Bochen had a dream, dreaming of Sima Jin. Sima Jin sat in a gorgeous carriage led by a tall horse, with a guard who was like a forest and a group of guards who drove from the Sima family in Wuzhong and headed straight to the capital.

Sima Jin wore a phoenix crown and a golden phoenix cloak, with a expressionless face and no movement. An Bochen rode a war horse and chased him from afar with Wuxie in his hand, but no matter how he chased him, he could not catch up with the convoy. No matter how he called out, Sima Jin turned a deaf ear.

An Bochen had no choice but to abandon his horse and use the fire movement technique to run away.

After finally catching up with Sima Jin, what he welcomed was Sima Jin's extremely unfamiliar gaze.

An Bochen felt uncomfortable, and in desperation, he said the last sentence, but wanted to take a look at Sima Jin's true face.

Sima Jin thought for a moment, nodded, then reached out and took off the mask from his chin.

An Bochen looked at him with a gaze, but when he saw Sima Jin's true face clearly, he stood there on the spot.

With a chubby face, tiny eyes, and a complacent smile on his lips. Who is it if it is not Li Xiaoguan?

......

"Wake up..."

A familiar voice came into his ears, and An Bochen tried hard to lift his heavy eyelids. After seeing the things in front of him, An Bochen subconsciously shivered, and the person who stood in front of the couch and put his whole face up was Li Xiaoguan.

Seeing that An Bochen's face was bloodless and his mouth was big, Li Xiaoguan smiled strangely, picked up the basin and walked backwards.

After Li Xiaoguan left, An Bochen saw Xiao Hou with a smile on his lips, overjoyed Wu Hua and Zhang Bushi with a calm look on his face. Li Xiaoguan walked past them, but they ignored him. Could it be that... Xiaoguan really turned into a ghost?

My heart was chilling. Just as An Bochen was about to say something, he heard Xiao Hou say first: "Bochen has tried to capture the thief's head, and everyone in the capital has known it. It's a happy congratulation!"

Seeing the playful look in Xiao Hou's eyes, An Bochen smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Old Xiao knew that this was not my wish, and he also used this to make fun of me...I concealed my cultivation..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hou narrowed his eyes and looked at An Bochen thoughtfully, with a hint of teasing: "Didn't Bochen know that three days ago, Princess Lizhu spoke to the outside world, saying that she was sympathized with you by being framed by the Li family. As early as the day you were released from prison, I would have rewarded you with a Yuan Dan. It is hard to change a thousand gold coins. After taking it, you can renew the meridians and maintain the key points and restore your cultivation."

After the words came to an end, An Bochen was stunned, then frowned, thinking about something.

Looking at An Bochen, Xiao Hou smiled and said nothing.

He knew that there was more or less secret hidden in An Bochen, a secret that could make the sons of a noble family rebelliously and make the princess of Liuguo lie to protect each other.

Even if An Bochen stands at the forefront again and becomes a young genius in Fenghua Liujing, as long as he keeps that secret, it may not be a big deal.
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